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The King’s Dinner

by fyarlgiles


That foolish heart

that quakes and quivers

 fears and fancies


for  fate affirms

that it must fall

to fix

a feast

 of florid fare


Artwork by Kris Tate:

Top 5 Tuesday: Literary Works on Lust and Destruction

by meaghanmerrifield


1.) Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

“Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is”


2.) Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

“Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!”

images3.) Lolita by  Vladimir Nabokov

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.”


4.) Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates

“The hell with this aching, suffering, callow, half-assed delusion that he was in “love” with her. The hell with “love” anyway, and with every other phony, time-wasting, half-assed emotion in the world.”


5.) Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

“They’ve got no idea what happiness is, they don’t know that without this love there is no happiness or unhappiness for us–there is no life.”


by fyarlgiles


Let this Hell be our Heaven

-Richard Matheson

Artwork: “Dreams” by Belen Segarra:

I do not smile nor do I smoke

by meaghanmerrifield


Ink stained hands ruin well-manicured plans


“Twin Hand” by Miii

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Ladies Who Brunch

by meaghanmerrifield


“In England people actually try to be brilliant at breakfast.

That is so dreadful of them!

Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.” -Oscar Wilde

“Sally Field Ladies” by Kelly Wojtczak

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A Woman Made Cold Short Story

by fyarlgiles

She had endured a life seated in unparalleled heartbreak. She was not born hard; she was a woman made cold by circumstance.


She walked up to the door… her black leather heels digging deep into the softening oak beneath her. She didn’t knock. Her steps were authoritative without being obnoxiously loud.  She seemed emotionless but if you looked hard enough you would see that her compassion ran deep. She had endured a life seated in unparalleled heartbreak. She was not born hard; she was a woman made cold by circumstance.

Excerpt from “A Woman Made Cold” original short story

by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

This story is still unfinished. It comes to me in pieces that may or may not ever fit together, but I suppose that is the nature of inspiration.

Untitled Artwork by Vanessa Cate